Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Why Am I Even Blogging...

We watched the Olympics until 1am (I know, we're dumdums) and were SO excited about Men's Gymnastics until they hit the Pommel Horse and TANKED (boo!) But at least they held on to the Bronze.

But THEN, at 3am, the baby decided to wake up sobbing, from a bad dream. I held him and rocked him, and tried to lay him back down and he said "no, no," like I would break his heart so OF COURSE I ended up holding him until he fell back asleep.

But then he woke up again at 4:30 and decided to recite a monologue from his crib, at the top of his lungs. I am not sure which Shakespeare work it was from, but he did a fantastic job. Although it was in his own language, which resembles English/Hindu/Chinese.

*sigh*

So I'm tired. I'm registering the kids for school today, and they're getting their pictures taken too, so, that's stressful. Thing Two has been smiling the last few years like he's in a Grimace of Pain, and Thing Three has the CHEESIEST grin ever. But what can you do? Threaten them?

I still haven't written or edited anything, and I am beginning to feel it. I miss it. I miss having an active brain. Soon, I will start again. Soon.

Would it be bad if I let Thing One watch the baby and went back to bed?